A series of plays, in which it is attempted to delineate the stronger passions of the mind [by J. Baillie, Volume 31821 |
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arms art thou Aurora Baron Bast Bastiani Baurchel Benedict brave brother castle Cath CATHRINA cheerful confess Count Countess Dart Dartz dead dear death Did'st thou door dost thou dream eagerly Enter Ermingard EXEUNT EXIT eyes faith Falkenstein Father fear fool gate gentle give Glot Glottenbal hand Hart Hartman hath head hear heard heart Heaven hold holy honour Hovelberg Hugh Hughobert Jean Jerome JOANNA BAILLIE Lady Leonora light Livia look Lord LORIMORE louis d'ors Madam Maur Maurice mercy midnight monastery Monks Morand night Nina noble o'er Orra Orra's Osterloo pause pray Prior racter round Rudigere SCENE shrinks Soldiers sound speak stage strong tell Terentia thee Theo Theobald thine thing thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thro thy dream thyself Ulrick URSTON Vald Valdemere Viol voice walls Walt
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Page 293 - No fish stir in our heaving net, And the sky is dark and the night is wet ; And we must ply the lusty oar, For the tide is ebbing from the shore ; And sad are they whose faggots burn, So kindly stored for our return. Our boat is small, and the tempest raves, And nought is heard but the lashing waves And the sullen roar of the angry sea And the wild winds piping drearily; Yet sea and tempest rise in vain, We'll bless our blazing hearths again. Push bravely, mates ! Our guiding star Now from its towerlet...
Page 283 - Wish' d for gales, the light vane veering, Better dreams the dull night cheering, Lighter heart the morning greeting, Things of better omen meeting ; Eyes each passing stranger watching, Ears each feeble rumour catching. Say he existeth still on earthly ground, The absent will return, the long, long lost be found. In the tower the ward-bell ringing, In the court the carols singing, Busy hands the gay board dressing, Eager steps the threshold pressing, Open'd arms in haste advancing, Joyful looks...
Page 29 - Yea, when the cold blood shoots through every vein : When every hair's-pit on my shrunken skin A knotted knoll becomes, and to mine ears Strange inward sounds awake, and to mine eyes Rush stranger tears, there is a joy in fear.
Page 270 - The lulling stream, that sooth' d thy dream, Is dancing in the sunny beam ; And hours so sweet, so bright, so gay, Will waft good fortune on its way. Up ! time will tell ; the friar's bell Its service-sound hath chimed well ; The aged crone keeps house alone, And reapers to thejields are gone ; The active day so boon and bright, May bring good fortune ere the night.
Page 44 - Nor board nor garner own we now, Nor roof nor latched door, Nor kind mate bound by holy vow To bless a good man's store ; Noon lulls us in a gloomy den, And night is grown our day, Up-rouse ye, then, my merry men ! And use it as ye may.
Page 96 - ... none ! none, none ! but gentle sympathy And watchfulness of love. My noble Orra ! Wander where'er thou wilt ; thy vagrant steps Shall follow'd be by one, who shall not weary, Nor e'er detach him from his hopeless task ; Bound to thee now as fairest, gentlest beauty Could ne'er have bound him. AL See how she gazes on him with a look, Subsiding gradually to softer sadness, Half saying that she knows him.
Page 269 - Up ! quit thy bower, late wears the hour; Long have the rooks caw'd round thy tower; On flower and tree, loud hums the bee ; The wilding kid sports merrily; A day so bright, so fresh, so clear, Shineth when good fortune's near.
Page 277 - Where distant billows meet the sky, A pale dull light the seamen spy, As spent they stand and tempest-tost, Their vessel struck, their rudder lost; While distant homes where kinsmen weep, And graves full many a fathom deep, By turns their fitful, gloomy thoughts pourtray : " 'Tis some delusion of the sight, Some northern streamer's paly light.
Page 28 - And choked up valleys from our mansion bar All entrance, and nor guest nor traveller Sounds at our gate ; the empty hall forsaken, In some warm chamber, by the crackling fire, We'll hold our little, snug, domestic court, Plying our work with song and tale between.